Forgive the blurry photo…it is raining and I am tired and it’s the best I can do. 5 miles in 35:22(7:05/mile) with a little hiccup in the middle. This run had some of the best and the worst of me.
Today called for an 8k-12k race per my schedule. There are no races of that length in the Austin area this time of year, so I headed to the track for a solo time trial. From the start, I was just feeling negative this morning. It was raining, and I was completely alone on the track, and it was a struggle from the first lap. I was hoping to run 7:00/mile, but I just couldn’t hit it.
3.5 miles in, something terrible happened. I gave up. I was hurting and alone and my pace was falling further and further from my goal. The second I stepped off the track, I was overcome with a crushing feeling of defeat. My eyes welled up with tears and I just felt utter despair. It’s funny how running amplifies emotions like that.
That’s when I realized that no matter how bad those last 12 laps hurt, it wouldn’t feel as bad as quitting would. I squirted some water in my face and jumped back on the track. The whole mental implosion and recovery thing took about 30 seconds. Then something amazing happened. A running angel came. A man showed up, running steady 7:00/mile pace, 20 meters in front of me. I just stared at his back the last 12 laps and those turned out be both the easiest, and the fastest of my run. I even broke 7:00 on my last mile.
So I am taking a couple of things from this run:
1. Quitting hurts worse than finishing (unless you’re injured of course)
2. Running is far more mental than we realize sometimes. A negative attitude can ruin a workout.
I am not really classifying this as a success or a failure. I did get 5 miles at an average of 7:05/mile, but it doesn’t really count since I had the incident.
9 miles total with warm up and cool down.